When will the time come that there are no more parades, <br />No more celebrations, no more charades, <br />They'll swipe away the illusion so quick, no one will see it coming, <br />It seems no one will care, when the skies have fallen, <br />As they tunnel out the mountains to live beneath the ground, <br />What kind of life awaits them there? <br /> <br />Starving for light, crying only for echoes to drown them in sorrow, in solitude <br />Even when they no longer feel like crying, <br />Where do they turn, when do they run, will they be told? <br />Will they heed the warning of the sun as it glows red in the sky, as the moon dissappears, no one asks why, no one even notices that there's not a colour in the sky. <br />Out of bounds, lost out of reach, washed up upon some washed out beach <br />So far now from the rolling green valleys of our homeland.<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-time-will-come/
